A letter to My Dogs

My sweet little dogs

I know I am not the tadpole’s final project 

I know I am not the last species evolution hopes to become 

I can’t even swallow my own pride long enough to let myself drool when something smells delicious

I’m sorry I cry every time I take you to the vet 

I’m sorry they take your temperature like that 

I’m sorry I take you there when you’ve only got a bug bite 

Humans hold so tight to the leash of life but you will roll in anything dead and wear it like perfume 

I wish I had your nose for eternity

I wish I could see what you see 

Where the squirrels satan your eyes

Where the postman deserves to die even when he’s not bringing bills 

What’s with hating the shadow the peace lily makes on the floor in the living room? 

I know I let you down everyday I choose not to murder the vacuum

You never criticize me for being too uptight to let my hair down even though you can let yours all the way out 

All over my black hoody, my black pants, the couch, the car, the chair,

I just assume anything covered in you will increase in value

You taught me a good nap is the best therapy 

You taught me to sit when I damn well want to sit 

I don’t care that you never talk about capitalism or patriarchy

I know you’re saving the world every time you get poo stuck in your butt hair and you don’t go looking for someone to blame 

I have issues

Humans have issues 

We dig holes to bury our own hearts 

We chew on our own bones 

We escape the predators but still can’t shake them off

I never had a better teacher that came to my own spirit than you 

My heart 

Every time I give you a treat, you run around the house looking for a place to hide it until you finally come to where I am sitting and hide it directly under me

The most important thing I have ever built in my whole life is your trust

May you always feel entitled to more than your fair share of the bed 

May you always tear the stuffing out of every toy I give you 

So I can constantly be reminded to keep spilling my guts 

To keep saying I don’t know how I will ever make peace with the shortness of your life span 

But I promise to make sure you know you are so loved every second you are here 

You know my hands will build the sturdiest ark they possibly can 

To hold your holy howl and your holy bark and your holy beg 

My little perfect peanuts

My beating heart with fur and legs 

 

 Ayla jenta mi.

 11 år og still going strong!

Poppy og Vivi! 

 5 år og 5 uker.

 Lille Peggy når hun var 4 mnd.

Poppy med på isfiske :)

Lille turjenta!

  

Vivi, 1 år

Peggy, 3 1/2 år

Poppy, 6 1/5 år

Ayla 11 år 

Bits and pieces of

Andrea Gibson - Letter to My Dog, Exploring the Human Condition